Chapter 101: Refining Pills with Feitian Yaksha

Magic weapon space.

"Sizi"

Under the purification of the Holy Water of the Yellow Spring, three spiritual weapons sizzled, and bursts of black smoke drifted away from it.

The black smoke gives people a sense of evil and makes people sickening to smell.

Fortunately, these black smoke quickly dissipated in mid-air and was absorbed by the magic weapon space.

After a while, the bright light disappeared and was washed.

The originally extremely evil magic weapon changed a lot in an instant.

The originally disgusting bloody smell on the blood cotton magic clothes has quietly disappeared, giving a heavy feeling.

The evil aura on the Red Desire Sword also disappeared, and the whole body was pure white, without any flaws, like an exquisite work of art.

The evil moon scimitar also became extremely translucent, like a crescent moon.

Whitewashing is successful, perfect!

"666, this wave of operations is simply a show of heaven!"

"Tsk tsk, this Dragon Lost Yellow Spring Map is worthy of being a Taoist weapon, and it is a must-have for family robbery!"

"Yes, let's change it. Even if the elders of the Demon Sect come, they will not be able to recognize that these spiritual weapons are originally magic weapons of the Demon Sect!"

"It can not only be used to store goods, but also to refine elixirs and refine magical powers. It can also be used to make magic weapons change. It's so awesome!"

After the light disappeared, three brand new spiritual weapons were revealed, and the members were shocked.

"Good, this dress is just right for me to wear!"

Looking at the three brand new spiritual weapons, the group leader Fang Chen was in full bloom. With a move, the spiritual weapon-level velvet fell down.

Take off the magic weapon-level clothes originally distributed by the Yuhua Gate and put on the spiritual weapon-level robes.

Then, another drop of blood was dripped, and the sacrifice was soon completed.

The water of the Huangquan River washed away the blood spirit inside. Now it is a piece of white paper, which is like a new one.

Fang Chen drips blood to establish telepathy and apply it flexibly, like using it with his fingers.

At the same time, he had a sense that he could fly briefly in the air when wearing this spiritual weapon-level robe.

"Well, it's a bit inappropriate to call the Blood Cotton Clothes again. I got it in the desert of the sea, so I'll call you 'Hanhai Cotton Clothes'!"

Fang Chen is a nameless person. After thinking about it, he gave it a name casually.

The name is not important, it is just a code name, but it is a bit inappropriate to call it Blood Cotton Magic Clothes.

"Forget it if the Red Sword is, it's for Xiaohan anyway, so let him name it yourself!"

Looking at the new red sword, Fang Chen thought about it for a long time but didn't think of any good name, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

He waved his hand and put it away, preparing to give it to his younger brother Fang Han for use.

Both brothers are a set of magic weapons of spiritual weapons, which is like a bird gun changing!

As for the Evil Moon Scimitar, he thought about it and left it in the picture of Jiaofu Huangquan, and did not use it easily.

"Group Master, we must use the magic weapon we replaced!"

"Yes, you think they are bad, we don't dislike them!"

"In the world of world heroes, magic weapons are one thousand times stronger than those so-called magic weapons and weapons!"

"The most important thing is the robes. Is this more awesome? It comes with a cleaning function, just like a magic weapon of the immortal family!"

"Following the group leader, he ate meat, we drink soup, and we are so happy!"

The crowd members calculated that the group leader Fang Chen had at least three sets of magic weapon-level magic weapons in his hand.

The group leader has his own set, Fang Han has one set, and Liu Kang also has one set, and there are three sets in total.

However, it is difficult to allocate four members of the group.

"Don't worry, I will definitely give it to you. I'll go and get one more set when I go, and everyone will be one set by one!"

After making an OK gesture, Fang Chen put away the changed robe and the Red Desire Sword.

"Good group leader, I knew I would give each brother one set, thank you group leader!"

"Hehe, I love you!"

"That's great. I have a set of magic weapons on my body. The gods block the gods and the Buddhas block the Buddhas!"

"I can also quickly attack the north, drive the Qing Tartars back to the northeast Laolin, and unify the world!"

When the group leader Fang Chen said, the group members were overjoyed and were filled with joy.

"Come on, let me see the legendary Pure Blood Pill!"

Fang Chen looked at the ten flying yakshas at the bottom of the Huangquan River and waved his hand.

The next moment, the water of the Huangquan River rolled up a water dragon, rose up, wrapping up the ten flying yakshas.

Countless yellow lights like spider silk wrapped around Feitian Yasha and pierced into their bodies.

Suddenly, the strong bodies of the Feitian Yashamen shriveled down at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into mummies, and then turning into ashes.

The essence, blood, yin energy and other essences in their bodies were instantly sucked into the Yellow Spring River.

As the water in the Yellow Spring River surging, red lights condensed on the water, slowly forming blood-red pills the size of walnuts.

These blood-colored elixirs are pure all over, as dazzling as blood jade gemstones.

"One, two, three. There are ten in total!"

In the air, ten elixirs with red light blooming radiantly floated up, like ten blood jade gems.

The essence of a flying yaksha is basically equivalent to a blood pill.

Looking at these ten pure blood pills, the group members licked their lips, and each of them showed a strong desire.

"Ten Blood Pills, I'll try what flavor first, and then let's discuss how to distribute it!"

The group leader Fang Chen pondered for a moment and soon made a decision.

He waved his hand and threw the mummies left by the ten flying yakshas into the Yellow Spring River, and then his mind came out of the magic weapon space.

The scene changes, and the vision returns to the vast desert.

After looking around, Fang Han and Princess Hongyi were both meditating with their eyes closed and not waking up.

The bonfire has been extinguished, and the burnt smoke has risen on the remaining ashes and dissipates in the air.

Fang Chen thought about it and took out a pure blood pill and threw it into his mouth.

The blood pill is only the size of a walnut and looks extremely exquisite, like a blood jade.

But after being drooled in the mouth, it immediately melted and turned into a ball of liquid and fell vertically into the abdominal cavity.

The next moment, a powerful energy burst out and rushed around Fang Chen's abdomen.

Fang Chen thought and used the mental formula of "Nine Yang Divine Arts 2" to refine this magnificent energy with all his strength.

One big circumference, two big circumference, three big circumference

"call"

After a long time, Fang Chen opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

After converting all the energy of the Pure Blood Pill into his own use, his strength has improved a little.

But there is still a lot of gap between breaking through to the secret realm of magical powers.

"A pure blood pill is almost equivalent to my practice for half a month!"

"If there are more than a hundred blood pills, it should be enough to enter the secret realm of magical powers!"

After estimating the effect of the Pure Blood Pill, Fang Chen secretly said.

Live broadcast room.

"How about these blood pills, group leader?"

"It should be strong enough. I think the group leader has been meditating and digesting for about half an hour!"

"Yes, the tenth level of the group leader's body has to be digested for so long, so the medicine should be quite strong!"

"Hehe, if we eat one, wouldn't we be able to improve our skills?"

The crowd surrounded the group leader Fang Chen and saw him wake up, he asked quickly.

"A blood pill is equivalent to half a month of hard work, and I can save the luck of hanging up the machine in the second half of the month!"

Facing everyone's expectant eyes, the group leader Fang Chen thought about it for a while and said to them.

"That's great. Isn't half a month equivalent to one or two of me?"

Wei Xiaobao's version Fang Chen estimated it and said happily.
To be continued...